For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Generosity is not giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is giving me that which you need more than I do.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.

When you kill a beast, say to him in your heart: ~By the same power that slays you, I too am slain, and I too shall be consumed. ~For the law that delivers you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand. ~Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven.

Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?

Who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed? See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving.